That night, I did end up vomiting a lot. I refused to let George see me how I was. I only let Jeena into the bathroom to help me.

Thankfully, it didn't last as long as I expected.

George didn't let me sit alone, and made me nap with my head in his lap, which I wasn't mad about. It was soothing the way he was playing with my hair. The three of them ate snacks while I tuned in and out listening to the audio every few minutes of the TV. I think I was out like a light for more than an hour and a half since the three were watching a movie. The next thing I remember was feeling like I was floating, and squinting my eyes open to see that I was being carried to my bed.

I wished I had enough energy to get changed since I knew I one hundred percent stunk. Although I could barely make out my surroundings, I still felt sad that George had to endure that the entire night.

He didn't seem to mind though, because soon I felt him get in next to me, pulling me into his bare chest as close as he could. I felt his arm with my hand, and his hoodie was off. He was so warm, like a radiator. I shiver a bit.

I felt safer sleeping than I had in days.

April 12th, 1984

This morning was very bright. A small opening between my curtains illuminated my room perfectly. My eyes were still slightly blurry with sleep. But when I turned over, George was once again already awake. I didn't get to say a word before he kissed me, deeply and strong, barely letting me come up for air.

"You're in a good mood." I giggled.

"I'm just so happy to be back," he said. "Here, with, you." He kissed me between every word.

"You know what I've missed?" I asked

"Hmm?"

"Your hair."

He laughed. "My hair would like to have a word with you."

George ducked his head and shoved it in my face; making me laugh harder now.

"Hey," he touched my ear lobe. "My earring, I've been looking for that."

"Oh yeah, here you can have it. I figured I'd hold onto it for you." I started to take it out.

He took my hand. "No, keep it. It looks good on you. I'll just get another set."

"Oh, gosh...," I sighed. "I'm so sorry, I need to shower."

He rubbed my cheek. "Don't stress about it, no big deal."

I got up slowly to make sure I wouldn't get too dizzy, and walked into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door fully.

I turned the water onto the hottest setting and felt my toes tingle when the water hit them.

I knew the weather has been getting warmer recently, and there was almost zero chance snow would ever fall anytime now. It was basically spring, so I figured I'd wear jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt. Maybe George's, if he has one in his suitcase. I don't even care it's not washed, as long as It smelled like him.

I heard the door squeak open.

"Deej, how are you this morning?" It was Jeena.

"I'm fine, my head hurts a little but I think it all came up last night and I slept most of the rest off," I said. "Why exactly did you come into my room knowing George was here?"

"I had to make sure you weren't dead, whether or not he was."

"Whatever, I'm fine." I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling.

I heard someone else walk in around the same time Jeena left. "I'm just coming in to brush my teeth."

"Oh, would you hand me my toothbrush? Toothpaste should be on the countertop with it." I asked George.

"Sure."

A couple seconds later he opened the entire shower curtain to hand the toothbrush to me.

I smirked and took it from him. "What are you thinking about?"

He reached into his sweatpants pocket, pulling out a small plastic square that held something inside.

I shook my head with a devious smile. "I'll be done in two minutes."

I closed the shower curtain giggling, soon hearing his pants drop.

I knew I'd be done in less than two minutes, since I don't actually count the seconds of how long I've been brushing my teeth for. My heart fluttered knowing he was completely naked just behind the curtain.

He was as quiet as a mouse because I didn't even hear him get into the shower. I suppose he heard me gargling water and spit it out. I didn't realize he was there until he spun me around and pushed me against the wall, which was cold.

He took the toothbrush from me and set it on the shelf behind him. "Here I am."

The steam in the bathroom made the kissing much more exciting. And it was really steamy.

He started kissing down my body. "I'll make it quick, I promise."

Then right to my sweet spot. "George-"

Then he stopped.

I looked down to see he was just staring, and not moving.

"George? You alright?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah...," he shook his head aggressively, like he had a disturbing image in his head. "Sorry."

Although I couldn't hold back any moans or noises of pleasure, I still frowned at his answer.

When he stood back up to my mouth, I didn't let him move. "It's my turn to find your sweet spot."

I went straight for his jawline, then to his neck, exploring every area around his face and neck...

"Oh," he let out a sexy groan. "How did you find it so quick?"

"Lucky guess?" I continued sucking the spot on his neck. "Also, pretty common for it to be around here."

After a few seconds of distracting him, he managed to moan out a few words. "I... I said I'd make it q-quick."

He pulled me back up to his night to continue kissing me again. Then I stopped to let him do his thing.

He put his one hand around my waist.

And stared at me again.

"George? George?" I put my hand on his cheek, which made him blink a few times, and come back to reality.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing," he cleared his throat. "Turn around."

I did as I was told, and not long after he put his hand back on my shoulder, and really went for it.

I knew that I wasn't going to be able to even hold my breath to keep myself from being even close to quiet.

But I couldn't help but be so distracted by his questionable behavior.

By the time we both finished, I realized how long we must've been in here. I spun around and kissed him again. "I missed you."

"I've missed you so much more." He admitted, and pushed me back against the wall.

He was the first to get out of the shower, and thankfully he grabbed a towel for himself.

I turned the water to a cooler setting to settle my face that was probably red. "Now that was good," I said to myself.

When I got out, I saw that George had already gotten dressed and was probably in the living room with Andy and Jeena.

The first thing I did was look for George's suitcase since I knew he brought it in. It was on his side of the bed, so I closed my door and started opening it. Thankfully, I didn't have to dig around too much because a large shirt was right on top of everything. I had seen him wear it a few times, and it really made him look good.

Whatever, it's mine now.

I did my usual hair routine to really poof it up after throwing the shirt on with some shorts that didn't even show since the shirt basically went to my knee.

Unexpectedly, George opened the door.

"Hey, Deej, there's uh, something I wanted to talk to you ab-" his expression was nervous, but then a smile came onto his face when he looked me up and down.

"Take it off for a second." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Just give it to me, I'll give it back I promise." He put his hand out.

I raised an eyebrow and handed it to him with no hesitation. I was surprised how fast I was comfortable having little to no clothes on around him anymore.

He walked over to his suitcase and bent down, opening a small pocket the held a bottle.

I figured it was his cologne.

Even though it was strong enough with only three sprays, he turned it in all different directions to get every part sprayed.

I laughed. "George, it's gonna be overwhelming with how much you're putting on."

"I washed this before we left, since we had a washing machine." He said. "This way, you don't have to wash it soon and it'll stay smelling like me for a little while longer."

I tilted my head and smiled. "I like how you think."

Before he handed it to me, he bunched it up and hugged the shirt. "Here."

I put it back on and stepped closer to him. "Can I have a real hug now?"

He smiled and welcomed me with his open arms, picking me up and kissing me.

"Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Oh," his face got worried again. Maybe even sad, sort of like he was when he came back here. "Yeah, that... so-"

"DJ! Come here for a sec." It was Jeena.

"Sorry, you can wait in the living room if you want, she probably wants me to get the mail."

He nodded and followed me out the door.

"What is it?" I asked

"Mail."

I looked at George with a see? expression.

"Alright."

I put on the easy to slip on shoes by the door and made my way to the elevator.

I still had this weird feeling inside. It felt even worse when George started saying he wanted to talk about something with me. I hoped he wasn't gonna say he wanted to leave me or something.

I mean, he just really did me good in the shower. That would be a little weird to announce that after he gave me what we both wanted.

When I got down and opened our mailbox, there was a decent amount of papers and probably junk in there.  I figured I would wait to check out what Jeena and I had to look at.

The elevator ride up felt longer than it had going back down, since I was anticipating this talk between George and I. I usually make a big deal out of everything, so maybe it was nothing.

Jeena was on the couch with Andy watching tv while George was in the kitchen looking for something to eat.

I quietly looked through the envelopes...

"Jeena!" I laughed. "I think we got our college applications back."

"No way! Let me see them."

She came over to me, and I picked up the ones that we both were hoping most to get.

"I'm scared to open it," I said.

"We'll do it at the same time..." she reassured me.

I blew out a breath of air. George and Andy were watching us now. It was a little embarrassing how stupid we were acting about this.

I started opening it without thinking, and with shaking hands I opened the paper. I wasn't even thinking about reading any of the words. I was only looking for something that said "accepted", "congratulations", and what it's most afraid of, "denied; not accepted".

Eventually, my face lit up at the sight of what the bottom said.

Accepted.

I looked at Jeena, who was already looking at me.

Her face told it all.

"We're going to college!" I nearly screamed.

She and I basically tackled each other out of excitement. I wasn't really sure if I should keep being excited or cry of happiness.

I turned to George and attacked him with a kiss, my arms already around his neck. "You are moving in with me, I don't care what you say."

He smiled, and yet his eyes were still sad.

Why?

"I see you've changed your mind quick."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, before you seemed a little hesitant. Now you're pretty demanding."

I rolled my eyes.

"What else.. did we-Andy let me breathe." Andrew was just as happy for her as I was, and it was funny to see her unable to escape his grasp. "What else did the mailman bring?"

"I don't know, I'll check."

I flipped through the magazines that were mostly junk.

Until I saw the last cover that really intrigued me. 

Although, I couldn't tell if I should be mad or not.

"Uh, George," I called him over. "Care to explain what the hell I'm looking at?"

I held up the tabloid magazine for him.

His face dropped, and he started rubbing his forehead which had nervous lines in it.

"This... is what I wanted to talk to you about-"

"Did you sleep with her?" I was furious now.

He held up his hands like he was the one being offended. "Woah! You didn't even let me start-"

"Did you sleep with her?"

"I didn't want you to find out like this!"

"So you did!" I was in absolute shock. "Who is she?!"

"It's no one you know. Can we please just sit down and-"

"No!" I turned to Andy and held up the magazine. "Andrew, did you know about this?"

He ignored my question. "George is this why you didn't come home with me that night? Did you go to this chic's place or something and then run back here that morning?"

Before George could respond, Jeena came into the conversation. "Wait a minute, he didn't come come at all until the next morning? Was this when I was on the phone with you and you told me he was gone?"

"Jeena!" I yelled. "You knew something was up with him?!"

She looked sheepish. "Well, I had a weird feeling yeah but I didn't wanna worry you..."

"That doesn't matter! You lied to me! You told me everything was fine the day I was eavesdropping on your conversation!"

"And you." I scoffed, pushing my finger into George's chest so I knew it would pinch. "You had the audacity to have sex with me after you knew exactly what you did. Is this why you've been acting so weird?!"

He gulped. "DJ, please just let me explain-"

"There is no explanation! You're just a dirty cheater!" I exploded.

I opened the front door then sped walked to my room, and zipped up George's suitcase. I lifted it up with all of my anger being my strength, and walked back out to the living room.

I basically tossed his suitcase out the door, and then walked back up to him. Right in his face.

And then I slapped him as hard as I could.

"Get the hell out of my place."

He just stood there, his eyes getting glossier by the second. I knew if I watched him cry, it would make me cave in and my heart would hurt for him. I knew he felt so guilty but it didn't even matter at this point. He was a dirty cheater, and he knew it.

He still wouldn't move, so I had to push him out the door myself. He had no strength, and let me force him into the hallway.

And then I screamed something I knew I would regret.

"I hate you!"

I didn't look at Andrew or Jeena when I turned around after slamming the door, locking it, and locked myself in my own bedroom to hide under my covers like a little kid.